Page 16 of Naughty Irish Fate
“Here you go, sailor. Let me get back to it for now.” I start to twist away but his fingers wrap around my wrist. Tug me back. Lowering his head, he brushes his lips over my wrist, sending sparks through me with the brief touch.
“Want to flirt with someone tonight, it better be me, Wyn. Don’t let me catch you sharing that pretty smile of mine with someone else.” With another wink and a sip at his whiskey, he has me wanting to throw my panties at him.Ugh, this beautiful fuck.
It seems fate wants me to indulge the beautiful fuck.
Our night goes quick as I tend to customers but return to him every chance I get. And Idoflirt with Rooker. With his eyes on me and his hands touching me whenever he has an excuse to, we both flirt like mad. Rooker givesreallygood flirt. I think I do too though.
Between long stares that speak more than words, we talk. His sexy brogue comes and goes, and I can’t get enough. We touch each other. We twist our hands together or he skims his fingertips over my skin. Tangles them in my hair to draw me closer. I forget entirely about the pub regulars watching us and indulge.
We talk about his boat but I don’t ask how long they will be in port. I don’t want to know. I tell him about Shore Ridge. About me and what else I might want to do in life. As the crowd begins to thin out that same George Strait song fills the pub.
“Come dance with me again, Wyn.” Rooker whispers against my ear as he bends into me and hums the melody.
I reach for my coin. Because I feel need and panic twist up in my gut. Rooker stops me, drawing my hand against his chest. Lowering his head, holding my gaze, he drags his full mouth over my flesh. Over the thrum of my pulse which beats in time to the song.
“No coin toss tonight, baby. Come here. It’s our song.” Well, shit how can a girl possibly say no to that? I’ll tell you how—she can’t.
In a million years in the pub I have never danced with it full of patrons. Not even in my wilder days. But I round the bar and step into his waiting arms. Thick, strong, arms that wind around me and draw me into his firm chest. I burrow my face there, rubbing my cheek against the soft fabric of his shirt.
“I ought to keep away from you, Wynnie.” His rusty voice is hot and low against my ear before he nips at the skin there and licks a trail down my neck.
“Yeah... we ought to keep away. For both our sake.” My arms wind around his neck to lift myself against him as I press closer. Can’t stand the idea of him walking out of my pub never to return. But I know better than to expect anything else.
“Don’t think I could keep away from you if I tried, Wynnie. I did try. Long as I could stand.” I smile into his shoulder because I failed too.
“Sometimes it feels good to do something bad for us.” As the song winds down, I lean away but he refuses to let me go.
“Oh, baby,” Lifting a hand to tangle it in my short hair he tips my head back, “I promise it’s going to beso fucking good.” Holy hell. I stare up into his eyes before they drop to my mouth. I lick my lips but he grunts and shakes his head. Pushes away with gentle force.
Somehow, I make it back behind the bar to fill orders. Rooker takes his place at that corner stool and waits. Watches me with burning green eyes that glitter with need he doesn’t even try to hide. If I come close he makes a humming sound that I feel between my legs before it crawls everywhere else.
All night I return to him like a magnet. Unable to draw too far away. Trudi does me a solid and rushes the stragglers out before we efficiently finish closing tasks. With a wink at me as she walks out with the same man she sat with all night, she makes gaga eyes at Rooker as she gives me a thumbs up.
Just like that we are the last two left in the pub again.
“Come here, Wyn.” I shudder as his rusty brogue booms the command.
Now, I was never a girl who does what she’s told. Just not in my makeup I suppose. But this man commands me to come to him and I don’t even hesitate. Oh, well, I hesitate for a moment. Long enough to keep some dignity.
“Yes, Rook?” Tipping my head back to peer up at him through my lashes as heat twists and turns through me, I bite back a sound as his heat and scent welcome me.
“Fuck you drove me a thousand miles past crazy tonight, baby. Show me that smile of mine,” Rook beams a stunning smile of his own when I obey, “There you are, Wyn. Goddamn beautiful. You gotta feel how I want you. Feel what you do to me?” Taking my hand he flattens it to his muscled chest. Beneath my fingertips, his heart hammers. Holding our gaze he shoves my hand down his front to wrap around the thick cock pushing at his jeans.
“Rook...” I whine it out, fingertips scraping over the thickness I want to wrap my hands, my mouth, my sex around and refuse to let go.
“Fuck. Flip your coin baby. Let fate decide if I get to be inside you tonight. Like you are already inside of me.” Rooker takes the coin from my pocket, pausing to rub it at my tit like I playfully did yesterday. Tosses it in the air although his eyes lock with mine.
“Heads.” I whimper as it lands in his palm.
“Tails, Wyn.” Holding the aged gold in his hand, he opens his fingers.
Fate chooses exactly what I want.
Heads or tails, I am letting him inside me tonight.
